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After creating a nice square in the floor, Deepika dragged out a couple of quilts from the closet and they spread them out for extra padding. Stepping out of their heels, Deepika and Anushka took their places and unzipped their skirts, but left their blouses on for some reason. Deepika looked hot in her white blouse and red panties. Anushka was equally sexy in her plum blouse and black panties.
"Well, bitch," said Anushka as they stared each other down. "I'm here. I'm ready. Let's get down to it."
"I've wanted this for a long time, bitch," said Deepika.
Getting into a semi-crouch, the girls slowly circled and extended out their arms and hands.
"Better watch what you wish for, bitch," said Anushka with confidence.
"Bitch, I'm not worried. My dreams always come true."
"This isn't a dream," taunted Anushka. "This is your nightmare."
They clicked their fingernails together before carefully working their fingers deep and tight and clamping down. Shoving, their arms went up and out as their bodies came together at the chest. Glaring, they called each other names as their hands and arms twisted and bent in all directions. Digging into the quilts with their toes, Deepika and Anushka pulled back and strained to break over the other's wrists. They traded more name-calling as they went to their toes and nearly fell forward together.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" winced Deepika, almost on both knees as Anushka turned back her wrists.
"On your knees, you fuckin' slut!" demanded Anushka, staring down at her.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow! Shit...le' go!" begged Deepika, dropping to both knees.
Anushka gave Deepika a shove as she let go. "How's that feel, bitch?" teased Anushka, admiring the erotic sight of Deepika sitting on her ass.
"Fuck you; you just got lucky!" said Deepika, wringing out her wrists.
"Get up, bitch, and I'll do it again!"
Revenge showed in Deepika's eyes as she got to her feet and locked up with her. After a minute or so of grunting and growling Deepika was back on her knees with her wrists ringing in pain.
"You're no match for me, bitch," said Anushka, pushing Deepika over and this time straddling her. Deepika squirmed as she lay flat on her back in a schoolboy pin. Anushka rubbed her foxy ass around on Deepika's trembling tummy and twitching hips.
"Ge' off, you fat cow," moaned Deepika, struggling to break free.
"Not until you say 'i give'," said Anushka, sliding up so that she was now sitting on Deepika's chest.
"Uuunngg,'' grunted Deepika as Anushka's hot ass flattened out her breasts.
Anushka rolled her shapely butt over Deepika's chest. Deepika's right tit became wedged in Anushka's crack, and Anushka could almost feel her asshole engulfing Deepika's areola.
"Uuummm. Uuummpphh," groaned Deepika.
Anushka worked her fine ass over Deepika's tit a few more seconds before quickly jumping to her feet and backing off. "For someone that wanted to catfight, you sure don't show me much."
"Go to hell, bitch," said Deepika, just sitting up and rubbing her breasts. "This isn't over by a long shot."
"Well I think it is. Now either get up and really fight me, or give up and leave."
Deepika rose up and lunged with a slap. "I'll show you, bitch."
Expecting just such a move, Anushka blocked Deepika's slap and landed a blistering one of her own across Deepika's pretty face. Deepika's head spun and she staggered sideways. Anushka grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into another ringing slap. Deepika's knees wobbled again as the left side of her face was cinnamon red.
"You slut!" shouted Anushka, jerking on a fist of Deepika's hair and grabbing her blouse.
Yanking Deepika's head straight back, Anushka stripped Deepika's white blouse beyond her breasts and latched on to the right one.
"Oooowww!" cried Deepika, pushing Anushka in the shoulder with one hand and trying to free Anushka's hand from her breast with the other.
"Slut!" shouted Anushka, pulling down the cup and exposing the luscious orb.
"Sssshhhhit!" screamed Deepika, jerking on handful of hair and trying to pry Anushka's nails out of her boob with the other.
Anushka let go of the tit and began to shake Deepika by the hair with both hands while swearing at her. For several seconds Anushka treated Deepika like a rag doll, jerking and yanking her head back and forth as Deepika pulled her hair with one hand and clawed at a wrist with the other.
"Yeeeeoooowww!" cried Deepika, losing, but driving a knee up in defense.
"Uuuunnggg!" Anushka suddenly and painfully grunted. Letting go of Deepika, she stagged backwards, cupping her crotch and trying to catch her breath, while Deepika dropped to a knee holding her damaged boob.
"You...bitch," moaned Anushka, squeezing her snatch and glaring at Deepika.
"You deserved it, bitch," said Deepika, rubbing her tit and putting it back under the bra. "You hurt my tit."
"I'm gonna do more than that, slut, if you don't give up," promised Anushka, getting her wind back now.
"Well, so are you, bitch," said Deepika, standing up.
"Oh, bitch, you are really askin' for it," said Anushka, moving forward.
"Let's go, whore!" shouted Deepika as they buried their hands high and deep inside of luscious, flowing hair.
Screaming and swearing, Deepika and Anushka got it on in a wicked hair pulling catfight. For several solid moments the two beauties stood toe-to-toe in an epic fight to tear each other apart. Shaking each other as hard and fast as they could, Deepika and Anushka laid seige to each other as both lost a handful of beautiful hair to the other.
"You cxnt!" shouted Deepika, her right palm slapping the fuck out of Anushka's soft cheek.
Deepika reloaded and slapped the fuck out of her again as both girls now jerked each other down to the knees and fell forward with their chests smashing together.
"Ooowwww!" cried Anushka as her head was yanked back.
"Uuunngg!" Deepika screamed as her head was jerked sideways.
Calling each other a 'cxnt' and 'whore', Deepika and Anushka toppled over on their sides pulling hair as their legs wrestled to encase each other. Back and forth the girls rolled on top of each other. Their breasts and hips rubbing and sliding as their silky, thighs flexed and squeezed together.
"Fuckin' bitch," huffed Anushka, rolling on top.
Deepika jerked her off, causing her to scream as she tore out a fist of her hair from the back.
"Miserible skank," puffed Deepika, twisting around behind Anushka and sitting across her back.
"Ooowww!" howled Anushka, bucking as Deepika pulled back on her hair.
Deepika scooted her fine, foxy ass backwards atop Anushka's bouncing, bucking buttocks. Their beautiful butts spread out under their skimpy panties which were now riding up their cracks.
"Say 'quit'," demanded Deepika, stretching back on Anushka's hair with both hands. "Say it, slut!"
"Oooww gggaaawwdd! Mmmy h-a-i-r!" cried Anushka, one hand pounding the floor as the other scratched at Deepika's wrist.
Deepika bounced her foxy ass up and down, flattening out Anushka's foxy ass as she reached around in front of Anushka and tore open her plum blouse.
"OK! OK!!" barked Anushka, fearing that her boobs were about to be attacked. Deepika pushed Anushka's face into the quilt and then gave her ass a slap or two.
"That's better, bitch," she said, then getting off. Backing up, Deepika ran her hands thru her flaming hair and massaged her burning scalpe. She breathed deeply as she looked down at Anushka as she rolled over on her back. Her hands rubbing her head as a couple of tears seeped out of the corner of her eyes and drooled down the sides of her rosey cheeks. She too was breathing deeply as she focused up at her rival standing.
"Bitch," panted Deepika, "have you had enough?"
Anushka brushed away her tears and said, "Oh no. This is far from over."
"Then get up and let's settle it," said Deepika a few seconds later.
Getting to her feet, she and Deepika slowly circled each other as they sucked in their last breathes before continueing on. They were both tired, sore and hurting, and both had her blouse open beyond her breasts.
"Shall we settle it pullin' hair," suggested Deepika.
Anushka shook her head 'no' and raised up her fists. "Let's fist fight."
Used to the more traditional style of catfighting, Deepika had seldom used her fists in a fight, and Anushka could sense her reluctance.
"Afraid I'll knock your fuckin' ass out? you cheap slut."
"Alright, bitch," said Deepika, balling up her hands. "I'll fist fight your smelly ass."
With their dukes up, Deepika and Anushka continued to circle as they both promised to knock the other out.
"Bitch!" shouted Deepika, lunging with a wild swing.
Anushka ducked under and drove her right fist home into Deepika's bread basket. Deepika grunted and doubled over. Anushka slammed her left fist into her ribs and knocked her around.
"You slut," growled Anushka as Deepika's back faced her.
Taking Deepika by the back of the hair with both hands, Anushka gave her a knee in the ass as she jerked back on her hair. Deepika wailed out, and then screamed louder as Anushka put her knee into small of her back and bowed her backwards. Deepika went to her tippy-toes as her body was bent into an arc.
"Oooowwww!!" she cried, her hands pulling on Anushka's forearms.
Pushing forward, Anushka steered Deepika chest first into the wall. Deepika grunted harshly as her protuding breasts took the intial impact. Banging Deepika's forehead into the paneling, Anushka grabbed the back of Deepika's red panties and hiked them up her ass.
"Fuuuuuuuccckkk!!" screamed Deepika as her buttocks were split and spread with red satin.
"You cxnt! Whore!" cursed Anushka, punching Deepika in the kidney.
Spinning Deepika around, Anushka shoved her back against the wall and grabbed her by the tits. Running her hands between Deepika's open blouse, Anushka latched on to the bra-covered tits and squeezed.
"Oooooowww! Mmmmmyyy t-i-t-s!" cried a groggy Deepika as she doubled over pulling on Anushka's hands.
Grabbing a handful of Deepika's hair, Anushka brought up her knee and drove it against Deepika's belly. Deepika groaned, and was then thrown to the quilts by her hair. With revenge on her mind, Anushka went to the floor behind her and scissored her legs around Deepika's bruised and aching waist. With her forearm clutched around Deepika's throat and pressing, Anushka's other hand slipped inside of Deepika's white bra and curled around her right tit. Deepika's tit fit Anushka's hand perfectly, and she cried out as it was painfully squeezed.
Pumping her toned thighs across Deepika's quivering tummy, Anushka started to roll the areola in her fingers and stretch it out. Deepika, scratching and screaming couldn't break free as her breast and belly wilted under the intense pressure and pain.
"Quit. Quit!"
"It's too late to quit, bitch," said Anushka in her ear as she ran her fingernails over Deepika's right tit.
Anushka could feel Deepika's body collasping against her, and she really poured it on. She flexed and strained her legs as hard as she could while she pressed her forearm tighter against Deepika's throat. Deepika was no longer scratching or screaming, but instead gasping for air and pulling gently on Anushka's arm. In total control, Anushka was tiring, but also in a taunting mood.
"Had enough, slut?" she whispered in Deepika's ear.
"And then quit?" asked Anushka, twisting Deepika's throbbing nipple.
"Ooh...yes," nodded Deepika, weakly. "Just...please." Anushka relaxed, but kept gently tweaking Deepika's nipple, as Deepika lay still against her, softly sobbing.
"This wouldn't have happened had we been friends," taunted Anushka. "I wanted to be friends but you wanted to fight. Are we friends now?"
Deepika nodded but said nothing.
"Are you sorry?" asked Anushka, aiding a bit more pinch to her pull.
"Ooww...yes," sobbed Deepika, her hand softly pulling on Anushka's hand.
Anushka tightened her thighs around Deepika's belly and twisted harder on her areola. "Just how sorry a bitch are you?"
"Oooo...ppplease," Deepika, wept. Tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm very sorry. Please...Anushka...I'm so sorry."
"That's right, bitch," whispered Anushka in her ear. "You ARE sorry!"
